Steamy Excerpt from a Romance Novel

eroticdream2834841.jpgSEO demanded I use that title LOL!  Seriously though, I was planning another excerpt from something.  Perhaps  ENDANGERED – since I’m keeping up interest in that book as Red Sage would like me to make you all wet with desire for the book…

Anyway that’s how I roll.  So…here we go:

She grabbed and sucked him into her, pulling his body into hers.  “Wolf, I cannot hate you,” she murmured into their kiss.

“I know,” he seemed smug.

“I cannot turn you away, either.”

“Are you attracted to me?”  Joséf looked into her eyes, noticing how beautiful hers were, sadness clearly expressed in the pools of color of her eyes.

“Differently than I was to your father,” Isabella replied.  “I loved him with my entire heart.  You would have been…”

Grabbing a breast, he squeezed.  Not caring where this line of thought was going, he waited for her.

Isabella groaned, parting plump lips.

He enjoyed her moans sending vibrations throughout his body.  The feeling of her licking his ear made his breath catch in his throat.  He traced circles around her ear and licked slowly down her neck.

Isabella’s hair fell forward, her eyes looked more determined.  Her lips fell to his and another hand caressed her breast.  It was Livía’s, with Joséf’s hand beneath hers.  “Like this, my drágám.”  My darling.

Isabella arched forward, reaching to Livía and Joséf.  Her fingers wrapped around his arm, she thrust her torso toward him.  “Touch me,” she begged.

Joséf splayed a hand over the span of her stomach, rough fingers massaging her smooth flesh.

She pealed her top off, tossing it aside.

Joséf looked at her full breasts bobbing.

Standing only in low slung blue jeans, she came back to them.

“Take those off,” he whispered.

Isabella stood, shucked her jeans and stood before him, naked.

He looked back at Livía, her robe still covering her, but open enough to give him a perfect view of her round breasts.  He licked his lips, mentally saw the wolf inside wagging his tail even faster.  His cock ached.

Livía started stroking Joséf’s cock through the sheet.

He thought he couldn’t get any harder, any larger,  his body couldn’t possibly pump more blood into his cock.  He was wrong.

Isabella sat on the side of the bed, spreading her legs open for him.  Scents of vanilla and sex filled his nose, her lips shaved. “You two are definitely different.”

Livía giggled.  “Farkas, she has…a more modernized look?”

Isabella threw her head back in laughter.  “Period clothing went out of style and I began to care less about my appearance as a Magyar.  I like it better, don’t you?”

“Yes.  But you are always a Magyar, always my drágám.”  Livía’s tongue licked around the nape of his neck where a thin sheen of sweat had appeared.  It was hot in his room.

Isabella touched him, her fingers stroking his muscled thighs.  Each touch started low, caressing his legs and moving higher upwards until she’d reached his cock.  “This was nice earlier,” she snaked a hand down his stomach.  Cupping his balls, he watched her mouth open as she leaned forward.

He hesitated.

Livía’s hands over his back threatened to melt him as Isabella leaned in closer to his cock.  Hot breath against his skin had him pleading with his eyes, arching his hips upward.  He wanted inside her mouth, inside Livía.

Isabella lowered her lips over his cock, shut them tightly and drew him in deeper, tugging the sensitive skin of his balls.

Joséf groaned, feeling Livía’s tongue on the back of his neck.  Each pump sent blood racing toward his crotch, each tender touch of Livía’s tongue had him shuddering, feeling the pressure build low in his balls.  The wolf inside wagged its tail faster, Joséf swore he saw it smiling in his head.  Wolves didn’t smile.

They grimaced maybe, but they didn’t smile.

Unless they were eating, killing or mating.  The thought came out of nowhere, but it didn’t matter.  Joséf eased a hand over Isabella’s head, clutching thick auburn strands in his fist when she darted her tongue over the head of his cock.  He heard Livía’s laughter from behind him, shook when her tongue slid inside his ear.  He reached back, touching her thigh.  When had she slipped both of her legs around him?

Isabella’s head bobbed up and down on his cock, her lips sealing tighter as she neared the head.  She moaned, reaching a hand beneath her to reach her pussy.

Every muscle stiffened, adding to the strain in his body.  Every chord, nerve and cell in his body was ready to explode, but Isabella stopped, reaching out for his chest and moving to lay on her side, still a hand between her thighs.  The other hand caressed his cock.

He shuddered against her.

Isabella reached for his chest, placing her hand where his heart was.

Her hand was warm, fingers nimble.  Her eyes were so very pretty, he thought.

Livía’s joined hers and they rolled his nipples into pebbles.

Arching his back from the exquisite pain, Joséf thought he couldn’t take anymore, but Isabella’s lips sealed over his cock and pumped him faster and faster until he neared orgasm.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”

“Good,” she giggled.  She reared up on her knees.

About saschaillyvichauthor

Proclaimed by the Publishing industry as the Bad Boy of Romance, Sascha started writing eighteen years ago. His erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, and he's been nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio Former host of The Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata Sascha continues to write for Red Sage, Decadent Publishing, Sizzler Editions and Total E-bound. Find him at http://saschaillyvichauthor.com Agency Representation provided by The Corvisiero Agency Editor for Sizzler Editions Intoxication Erotic Romance line, Sascha is also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us at http://www.write-sex.com
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One Response to Steamy Excerpt from a Romance Novel

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